Author Gaby Soutar

  There are noodles on the floor, on the window, in his eyebrow and shoe, and draped over the back of the highchair.   Babies and ramen.   It’s a bit like taking a clown to a...

    What to wear on my first train trip to Glasgow for five months?   There’s a little silky floral number, the Scandi minimal grey linen piece, or the workaday blue one. It’s...

  It’s best not to have a party trick, or you’ll have to do a dolphin impression wherever you go. Same with signature songs and dishes. Black Lace must have got to the point of Agadont and Mary...

  At the bottom of Lothian Road, I thought about lying on the pavement, telling him to go without me and letting the seagulls take my eyes.   My average step count has plummeted recently. It...

      Come ‘awa’ in!”, says the sign as you enter the village of Hopeman.   We were in the area to help clear the house of my much loved late...

    I’m not sure I’d recognise my colleagues. I occasionally wonder if they’d fancy meeting up, but I’ve become a lockdown loner.   As much as I love them, even in normal...

    Notes on inaccurate use of face masks. The reason some people are wearing them underneath their noses must be so they can smell what’s cooking at all the newly reopened...

    I love a busman’s holiday. Even though I had a recent day off work for (the 15th anniversary of) my 30th birthday, I still had to do a restaurant review.   We squeezed in a...

  How I miss a fancy party.   Mind you, I do have a few complaints about that mass catering style of finger food.   Namely that there always seems to be fishy canapés, so you...

  It was Wednesday.   We were the only ones in the restaurant.   I was wearing a blue top, it was raining, we sat by the window and I ordered a steak sourdough sandwich with...